Last snow 

This Being Done
Clive James

Behind the trees across the street the sun
Takes down its last pale disc. This being done,
No soft pale light is left for anyone.

There is a further comedown in the night.
Outside, unheard, asphalt is turning white:
White swarms of butterflies in the streetlight.

The morning comes, and through the spread of snow
In candy-coloured coats the children go.
Listen awhile and you can hear them grow.

At the tail end of my last northern hemisphere disease, the snow fell, intense and large-flaked, for about an hour. J went out under the influence of snow-love and the last of my quince nalewka (more of that in another post) and came back with a lover’s collection of photos, a shot at every step whenever the bright brief sun emerged. We don’t expect another fall like this before we leave, and I don’t think I’ll be visiting in winter again.

When I looked through the photos, I saw them as he intended: a pilgrimage through places that have become our familiar landscape. The clay-pit lake; the fountain pond; the climbing tree and the stone dome; the paving stones we walk along on the way to preschool; the sledding slopes; the intersecting paths in Park Morskie Oko; the playgrounds where we watched agility increase; the drain J filled with chalked sharks and crocodiles and where we defended buns against marauding dogs. 

Dark against the white were the benches where we dispensed fizzy water and Oreos and mambas, and where on rare occasions one or another of the twinlets climbed on my shoulders for a short carry. There’s the patch of crabapple, and the giant horse chestnut and the sycamore whose helicopters I monitored, still bare but budding as they were when we arrived a year ago.

Tears aren’t far away as I think back over all the joys of this annus mirabilis and face its imminent end. Listen a year and I have indeed heard them grow.

About morselsandscraps

A retired Australian who spends a lot of time in Warsaw, and blogs as a way of life.
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8 Responses to Last snow 

  1. Awww Meg sounds like a real hard job tearing yourself away. Thanks for the maudlin share. Maybe we can see them on the Down Under Side again before too long??


  2. Lucid Gypsy says:

    Bless you Meg, it will be hard for you to leave your Warsaw family, a year is a very long time. Big hugs, Gx.


  3. Heyjude says:

    A true winter wonderland to leave you with. I can only imagine how your heart must be breaking, a year IS a very long time and those twinlets will miss you enormously. Having families in two very different places is hard.

    Hopefully they will be visiting you Down Under before too long.


  4. restlessjo says:

    Oh darlin! What to say? They’ve given you so much joy, and will continue to do so, from near or far. 🙂 We’ve loved sharing them with you too. I’m sure you’ll be back as soon as ever you can. And, however willing, your body probably does need a little warmth and recovery time. And I know you are keenly missed by your Australian family and friends. How could they not miss such a lovely lady? I wish my silly hugs could help.


  5. Paula says:

    It’s gone so quickly. These are beautiful scenes and memories you’ve made with their help. Wishing you a safe trip home!


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